The Eyes to See

“How do I grow?” Asked the rock to the tree.

“I want to have arms, so I can move and be free.”

“Is that what you really see?” asked the tree.

“I am rooted in the ground, all I will ever do is look around.

You can roll to and fro, there’s no telling where you’ll go.

I will grow old and weak, one day you might find yourself on the highest peak.

I must ask you once more, what is it you really seek?”

 

“I want to grow tall and strong, and when the wind comes make a song.

Would that be so very wrong?”

“Right or wrong is hard to say, but I will tell you a secret if I may?”

“You may”, said the rock, “but you must not delay!”

 

“I will never be so very free, because all I am is one small tree,

But a rock has its place, like a tree has its space.

You are you, and I am me and we both have necessity.

A rock and a tree both have beauty,

But you must have the eyes to see,

It is only then you will truly be free.”

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741